it’s so cold when you’re not around
to hold me and that scares me,
because that means i’ll freeze to death
if you ever were to leave.

i’ll have to learn to be the happiest i could be
on my own and not let the intensity of my flames
depend on someone else’s fuel.

the only problem is that i’m tired
of dreaming about you and waking up
to an empty bed every morning.
i want you there when i open my eyes.
i want the kissing, the cuddling, even the fights.

the bottom line is that you make me far too happy
for me to be completely happy on my own.
you’re more of a flame to me than you are fuel.